06-12-2015, 10:54 AM
Coruscant. That's what this place was called. Doc vaguely recalled from his childhood that this was the capital of the Empire in Star Wars, so he expected everyone to be evil and/or unhappy. They were neither. Coruscant was a huge, sprawling city, with glass and steel towers that seemed to stretch forever both up and down. Filling these towers were uncountably numerous people, of various shapes, sizes and colors, giggling, laughing, and at most hostile, engaged in a friendly debate. A utopia.
"There's always something hiding in utopias," McNinja thought to himself.
He confirmed his suspicions by looking up. There were drab, grey spaceships whizzing around as a thick blanket of ominousness. Their shadows seemed to watch the people of Coruscant with some invisible, storm-cloud eye.
Doc was about to wonder what was up with the ships when what looked like a homeless man barreled out of the Nexus portal. Doc turned around and noted the man's presence when he lifted an AK-47 over his head. McNinja rolled out of the way and took cover behind the nicest trash can he had ever seen in his life.
"It's Radical time!" the homeless man shouted. He started shooting his gun. Doc flinched, but quickly realized the gun wasn't shooting bullets, but rainbow-colored bacon with mustaches.
Within a heartbeat, one of the grey ships dropped out of nowhere to the rainbow-facial-hair-bacon-terrorist's level. After a quick whir, a green laser burned through the man's chest. Doc recoiled in horror.
"Perpetrator has been neutralized," the ship announced. A ramp stretched from the bottom of the ship and landed in front of the fresh corpse of the bacon-terrorist. Doc rushed over and checked the man's pulse, just to check.
"He's dead," Dr. McNinja whispered to nobody in particular.
Three men in white Stormtrooper armor emerged from the hull and walked briskly over to the body. Doc looked up at them.
"He's dead," Doc repeated, "You killed him."
"Step away from the perp, civilian."
"But you killed him!" Doc argued, "You didn't give him any warning or - hey!"
The other two Stormtroopers were now carrying the corpse into the ship unceremoniously. Doc stood up to protest. "Where are you taking him?" he shouted.
"His citizenship will be deleted."
"You're just gonna.. gonna... delete him? That's it? You're gonna brush him under the rug and pretend he's not there? He was a real person, with a life and goals and dreams-"
"Sir, you are currently impeding an Imperial Investigation."
"Investigation, my *ss. You shot him without investigating anything at all! You can't arrest me just 'cause I'm asking questions!"
Without missing a beat, the Stormtrooper whipped out a taser and stabbed Doc's belly. Doc screamed, then collap[sed onto the ground. The Stormtrooper promptly lifted the limp physician over his shoulder and reentered the ship. One of the Stormtroopers sighed.
"We got another one?"
"He was being noisy," the one carrying Doc grumbled, "Put him in a cell."
"Yeah, yeah," the soldier replied, taking the physician and carrying it away to be locked up forever
And that was Dr. McNinja's first day in Coruscant.
"There's always something hiding in utopias," McNinja thought to himself.
He confirmed his suspicions by looking up. There were drab, grey spaceships whizzing around as a thick blanket of ominousness. Their shadows seemed to watch the people of Coruscant with some invisible, storm-cloud eye.
Doc was about to wonder what was up with the ships when what looked like a homeless man barreled out of the Nexus portal. Doc turned around and noted the man's presence when he lifted an AK-47 over his head. McNinja rolled out of the way and took cover behind the nicest trash can he had ever seen in his life.
"It's Radical time!" the homeless man shouted. He started shooting his gun. Doc flinched, but quickly realized the gun wasn't shooting bullets, but rainbow-colored bacon with mustaches.
Within a heartbeat, one of the grey ships dropped out of nowhere to the rainbow-facial-hair-bacon-terrorist's level. After a quick whir, a green laser burned through the man's chest. Doc recoiled in horror.
"Perpetrator has been neutralized," the ship announced. A ramp stretched from the bottom of the ship and landed in front of the fresh corpse of the bacon-terrorist. Doc rushed over and checked the man's pulse, just to check.
"He's dead," Dr. McNinja whispered to nobody in particular.
Three men in white Stormtrooper armor emerged from the hull and walked briskly over to the body. Doc looked up at them.
"He's dead," Doc repeated, "You killed him."
"Step away from the perp, civilian."
"But you killed him!" Doc argued, "You didn't give him any warning or - hey!"
The other two Stormtroopers were now carrying the corpse into the ship unceremoniously. Doc stood up to protest. "Where are you taking him?" he shouted.
"His citizenship will be deleted."
"You're just gonna.. gonna... delete him? That's it? You're gonna brush him under the rug and pretend he's not there? He was a real person, with a life and goals and dreams-"
"Sir, you are currently impeding an Imperial Investigation."
"Investigation, my *ss. You shot him without investigating anything at all! You can't arrest me just 'cause I'm asking questions!"
Without missing a beat, the Stormtrooper whipped out a taser and stabbed Doc's belly. Doc screamed, then collap[sed onto the ground. The Stormtrooper promptly lifted the limp physician over his shoulder and reentered the ship. One of the Stormtroopers sighed.
"We got another one?"
"He was being noisy," the one carrying Doc grumbled, "Put him in a cell."
"Yeah, yeah," the soldier replied, taking the physician and carrying it away to be locked up forever
And that was Dr. McNinja's first day in Coruscant.
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